Chapter 243: I Think You’re Quite Interesting
Shen Meng Jie looked at the somewhat surprised Dragon Brother, a smug smile creeping onto her lips.
Seeing her expression, Dragon Brother, not the sharpest tool in the shed, finally caught on: “Did you send me that message using Han Xiao Jing’s phone?”
“Otherwise? If I just came looking for you myself, would you even come out?” Shen Meng Jie had her own self-awareness, after all.
Though they hadn’t known each other long, thanks to Han Xiao Jing’s influence, she’d occasionally paid attention to Dragon Brother.
She could tell he was thoughtful when dealing with people and carried a sort of transcendent aura, above his peers.
The aura—an elusive thing—transcended looks, yet still left a deep, unforgettable impression.
Since he could mention KTV and claypot soup without flinching, he probably had uncovered something but hadn’t directly exposed it in front of Huang Fei.
People with high moral standards tend to be indifferent to such things, right?
“Did you tell Huang Fei everything?” she asked.
“Would I tell him otherwise?” Dragon Brother replied seriously.
Shen Meng Jie couldn’t help but chuckle softly: “Don’t be so serious. I haven’t done anything heinous.”
“They like my looks and my figure, and I enjoy their pursuit—it’s not exactly a crime of the century, is it?”
Winking at Dragon Brother, she added, “From some angles, this isn’t really anything big.”
If you’re not coveting others’ bodies or falling into hunters’ traps, then maybe it’s fine.
“Do you think this is interesting?” Dragon Brother questioned, because honestly, he couldn’t accept this behavior from Shen Meng Jie—reckless and seemingly indiscriminate.
Self-love and wantonness are two entirely different extremes.
Some people just can’t stomach it: spending noon in a KTV drinking with the opposite s*x, and then in the afternoon, seeing that same s*x partner replaced by another, and still easily sharing dinner with them without batting an eye.
And she’s only eighteen or nineteen, yet she strolls freely among various men…
“Why wouldn’t it be interesting?” Shen Meng Jie shrugged. “I find it pretty fun, actually.”
“I know you’ll probably sneer at me, but—”
First, I didn’t deliberately flirt with anyone. Second, they’re just after my looks, trying to get close—can’t blame me for that. Sometimes, I feel helpless too.
They come with motives, so I just enjoy the chase when they pursue me.
Isn’t that right, Huang Fei? Isn’t he exactly like that?
Freshman year, barely knew everyone’s names in class. Did he even understand what I like? Did he get to know me at all? He knew nothing and just wanted to pursue me—was he aiming for pure love?
Dragon Brother shook his head: “What you’re saying has no meaning to me. I can’t understand your thoughts, and I don’t care about what you want.”
Maybe Shen Meng Jie’s right—maybe her words make sense—but from Dragon Brother’s perspective, this is all mere sophistry, a clever trick of semantics.
The pursuit of beautiful things is human nature; that’s undeniable.
Being handsome or pretty triggers dopamine release—this happiness reflects one’s inner beauty.
Shen Meng Jie, ignoring everything else, truly can display her own charm.
It’s this beauty that draws admirers.
The exceptional are always picky, which makes sense, because they are genuinely outstanding.
But regardless of how excellent someone is, ultimately they’ll choose a good partner, settle in one city, live their three meals and seasons—spring, summer, autumn, winter…
But if you treat it like a game, just enjoying the fun, roaming among men for pleasure—that’s another story.
This beauty loses its innocence. When desire clouds the mind, everything becomes fake.
That’s how Shen Meng Jie sees it now: just a game, with no concern for winning or losing, because everything’s fake. She simply enjoys it.
As for her claimed helplessness, maybe she’s truly helpless.
But she could avoid it all with countless solutions; she just lets things develop, turning them into her excuses and helplessness.
Dragon Brother couldn’t judge right or wrong; he only had a different view on her so-called helplessness.
Suddenly smiling, Shen Meng Jie said, “Of course it’s meaningful. I told you so much because I think you’re quite interesting…”
“Honestly, don’t you even find me a little bit interesting?”
“Cut it out. I think you’re pretty dull.” Dragon Brother turned and walked away.
“Actually, I can also become interesting,” Shen Meng Jie joked, testing Dragon Brother’s boundaries.
“No interest—none at all, in you.”
“Han Xiao Jing likes you.”
“I have a girlfriend.”
Shen Meng Jie’s eyes flickered slightly, but she still grinned and teased, “Then she might be a bit sad for a while.”
Strangely, when she heard that, her mind unconsciously conjured up Hu Yu Ying, tiptoeing as she handed the freshly cooked lean meat congee to herself, smiling warmly: “She always says she’s the luckiest person in the world, but I’m the lucky one to have her.”
Watching Dragon Brother leave, only his parting words echoed in her mind:
“The luckiest person in the world?”
Perhaps that’s the biggest difference between us.
Suddenly, a flicker of curiosity sparkled even brighter in Shen Meng Jie’s eyes.
At that moment, her phone vibrated.
She took it out and glanced—beautiful eyes curving slightly: “They are indeed pursuing me.”
It was a message from Huang Fei, asking about some so-called truth and facts.
In the dorm, Huang Fei saw Shen Meng Jie’s message, her expression bitterer than before.
He had hoped she’d give an explanation.
His feelings had been obvious enough. He didn’t believe Shen Meng Jie couldn’t sense that he liked her.
But she just outright admitted it.
For a moment, Huang Fei was at a loss, not knowing what to say.
At least Shen Meng Jie hadn’t lied to him.
Because of that, Huang Fei didn’t know what to do now.
His mind was in chaos—a little afraid to even imagine whether she’d eaten with other guys before accepting his invitation today.
Whether she viewed him just like everyone else.
What exactly am I in her eyes? A backup plan? Second choice? Or…
He picked up his phone, scrolling through all their chats, his fingertips hovering over the virtual keys—tentative, hesitant—until finally he slammed the phone onto the bed and finished the last cigarette.
He needed to cool off and think carefully now…
